Part 15 (1/2)
”I teach yoga.”
”I got that part.”
She took several breaths, imagining cleansing herself as she would instruct her cla.s.s. ”When you left I stumbled upon yoga by accident. A friend dragged me to a cla.s.s. I liked it. I went back. And again. Until I was hooked and became obsessed. Now I can't imagine how I lived without it. I teach a few cla.s.ses a day at various locations. It's not something a person could live off of, but you left me well taken care of.” She s.h.i.+vered as she remembered how much money he'd left her. It wouldn't have lasted forever, but she was taking her time trying to decide what to do next with her life. She'd lived frugally for many months.
”That's impressive. I'm proud of you.”
Her chest expanded. He was proud.
He circled her nipples and she tipped her head to watch as her b.r.e.a.s.t.s swelled and her t.i.ts grew tighter.
”How are you doing?”
”Fine, Sir.”
He chuckled, his chest vibrating beneath her. ”Have I ever accepted that as an answer?”
”No, Sir.”
”You want to revise?” He pinched her nipples and released to soothe the puckered skin with the tips of his thumbs.
Lori thought for a moment. She wasn't sure what to say. She didn't have all the answers yet. ”I'm not sure, Sir. I'm conflicted.”
”I wouldn't expect less. You should be, and I'll do my d.a.m.nedest to prove my worth to you for the rest of your life.”
She held her breath for a moment at those powerful words. Her mind finally wandered to other issues. As long as he was asking... ”Margaret...”
”Talk to me about her.”
”She was my friend in addition to being my submissive.”
”I know that.” He smoothed his hands down her body and fondled the insides of her thighs.
”I feel guilty.”
”About letting her go?”
”Yes.” Lori sighed. ”I'm worried about her.” She twisted her head to look at him.
He said nothing for several moments. ”She's strong. She'll make it. What about you? Are you having second thoughts?”
”No, Sir.” She shook her head. ”But I should. It makes me nervous how easily you have slipped into my life.”
Jude nibbled her ear until she let her head settle on his shoulder. After a few minutes of silence, he spoke again. ”I used to be able to almost talk you into an o.r.g.a.s.m.”
She bit her lip and held still as he caressed the skin of her inner thighs, chasing away her distraction. Her p.u.s.s.y grew wetter by the moment.
In painstaking slow motion, he inched his fingers toward her core and pulled her lower lips apart, exposing her to the air but not touching anything vital.
Lori stiffened. Please, she pleaded in her head.
Instead Jude released her lips and stroked the outer skin almost imperceptibly. He repeated the same sequence again and again, pulling her lips apart and releasing them. Her wetness was trapped between.
When she moaned and began to writhe, he pushed her lips together and squeezed them shut, rubbing them against each other. They were slick with her moisture and she lifted her a.s.s in supplication.
Jude chuckled. ”Who's in charge here?”
”You are, Sir,” she whispered.
”Sit still then. I'll decide when and how much. You need patience.”
She sucked in a breath. Patience had not been something she'd ever mastered. He played her like an instrument, but the melody was always too slow.
”On a scale of one to ten, how aroused are you?”
Oh, how she loathed this game. ”Eight, Sir.”
”Let's get that to a ten before I touch you.” He kneaded the edges of her p.u.s.s.y, carefully avoiding the center. He grazed one finger up around her c.l.i.t, not touching it.
And then he left her p.u.s.s.y altogether and smoothed his palms up her torso to fondle her b.r.e.a.s.t.s again. All her blood had centered in her s.e.x. She felt light-headed as he circled her nipples and danced his fingers around the puckered buds.
”I love your t.i.ts, baby.” He kissed her neck again. ”So soft and feminine and responsive.” He flicked the tips. ”But I really love when your c.l.i.t hardens to match your nipples.”
She held her breath as he lowered his hands again, pulled the hood back and stroked her c.l.i.t lightly. She moaned and gripped his biceps, squeezing hard.
”Uh-uh. Hands at your sides.” He held still until she complied, dropping her arms to the chair. ”Who is your Master?”
”You are, Sir,” she whispered.
”When will you o.r.g.a.s.m?”
”When you say so, Sir.” She stiffened her legs outside his. His chatter always made things worse.
”One to ten, baby?”
”Nine.”
”Good.” He dipped toward her p.u.s.s.y again, pulled it open and then released. He trailed his fingers lower, leaned them both back farther in the chair and circled her a.s.s. ”I want to work on this puckered hole soon, baby. I need to take you there again.”
”Yes, Sir.” She squeezed her b.u.t.t cheeks together as he spoke. She enjoyed a.n.a.l s.e.x. A lot. Though she'd only done it with him. And she hadn't even considered it for the two years he'd been gone. That included plugs. She didn't own one and hadn't used one.
”You're squirming. You like the idea.”
”Yes, Sir.”
He tapped a finger over her lower hole. ”So tight,” he whispered. ”I always came too fast in there.”
She didn't move except to fist her hands and wait for him to quit torturing her.
With no warning, he swiped a finger through her folds.